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Best Poems Written by Sherese Gooden

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Moving On

The din of cheers will die to dusk, in life
the dance will end; we  take the bow
from this tall tale - goodbye to strife
at end of day- our story’s done now
we say, we had our chance, we had our dance.
Shall I now say you had me in a twirl-
locked in your embrace I felt my once
shy moves – slow waltz in time; but now that girl
you knew, to your final tune will dance no more,
will dance no more – for life is calling- the sequel
must begin; who knows where it will lead, what store
of dreams will unfold the applause we crave, or quell
the tide of hope that’s bubbling, in spring awaiting
that season of reaping to glorious sunshine, minds mating.

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Dancing To Wind

My cool unseen choreographer  
I bow and sway to your directions. 
O sonorous wind friend of willows
In your moments of frenzy and calm
I like a tree move to your whim -
Plucked like strings under a maestro’s finger
I quiver, become taut again, waiting 
To hear you whisper 'dance with me again'.

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Memories

In a corner of a pleasant wood
            Shimmering with sparkling waters stood
            A languid pond, resplendent in the daylight -
            It shimmered to the light, unmindful of my plight.
            While I here reminisce, wanting to go back-
            To be once more charmed by what I lack.
            But I cannot go back, for there someone
            Had built a wall so tall I’m undone.
            The past and the present cannot meet
            I cannot go back or my memories greet
            I must sit here and write to dreams goodbye 
            and end my days upon a sigh.

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Life Is a Race

The tracks of life are set for replay
But we clear our path with might and goals
Sprinting onward come what may.

Looming clouds in our day   
Threaten our sunshine, black as coals-
The tracks of life are set for replay.

If golden sunlight’s our pay 
We grow for the race, just like foals-
Sprinting onward come what may.

Sometimes we glow from a beaming ray.
Who often foils our best laid goals?
The tracks of life are set for replay

We know the rules and follow them all the way 
And carefully run for our souls
Sprinting onward come what may. 

Great men and women all made from clay
Some are false starters some are moles;
The tracks of life are set for replay;
Sprinting onward come what may.

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Endangered Species

Girl in red, a dress
                 Pleated down to her knees, skips 
                 Down the lonely street.

                 Man in black beret
                 Sunshades set on face, striding
                 Down the narrow street.

                 Girl turns, sees this chap
                 Hurries her steps, man does so too
                 Girl runs, man runs too.

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The Waiting Game

Silence
On green field lie,
Goalpost lonely, forlorn -
Yellow jerseys, darting figures,
Strike goal.

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Ladies, Before Gentlemen

There were two young ladies all beautiful and brown, 
beauties who wore delightful designer gowns.
And many suitors suits made, playing melodies as fair
hoping these fair ladies would fall for such good cheer;
But they never did.

Then one evening in early June when the rains came too soon
They took a walk and stayed out late to admire the lazy moon. 
They sauntered across a meadow, and felt that life was mellow
underneath the sky where the moon would shimmer like yellow jello.
But it never did.

Instead the evening got dark; as clouds gathered in the sky
one young lady told a joke about the day she had made a pie. 
The other, her countenance sad said the darkness was a bother
so they shuddered and wanted to cling to each other. 
But they never did.

The two young ladies hurried home afraid they’d catch a cold,
and really, if the truth was to be told they were afraid they’d get too old.
They each made a vow that on the evening next, they’d dared to stroll,
wearing designer gowns through that meadow, that was their goal.
But they never did.

For on that very day two young swain from far away
who arrived in a sleek red Porsche took  them for a swim - in the bay.  
Giddy with love, the two lovebirds waved goodbye to family
promising they’d return and not elope to Saxony. 
But they did.

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Dirty Deeds

The serpent closed in on Eve at twilight
 A nebulous shape in the half light, fangs
 Hidden beneath his hood and she, her vision
 Blurred was completely beguiled by his lies.

 He bought her white roses that she watered
 With her tears and chocolate dark like his soul.
 He spiced his lies with compliments and promises
 And she was completely beguiled by his lies.

 Like a sponge he sucked her resources and lied.
 When heavy with her giving heart he gave 
 His time to Evie then Everly and finally to
 Every woman or girl who glittered like gold.

 He matured and widened his audience to include
 Even his friends. He borrowed, stole, swindled
 Gambled, smiled and lied, lied and smiled
 Until his conscience died and he wreaked havoc
 On the lives of those who loved him most.  

 Now he's just a rat who slinks into his hole, scorned,
 shunned that’s his due, and finally  I want him to 
 know, I’ve put his portrait on Poetry Soup and all
 will remember him as  the-serpent-turned-rat
 who drowned  in his bowl of soup.

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Where Flowers Bloom

Where Flowers Bloom

           Time stands still trapped in the nature
           of my garden bursting with  baby-pink peony,
           golden gerbera and purple hyacinth like dainty ladies  
           to be watered and kept.   
  
           My heart's a garden where flowers bloom.
           My garland of red roses, I give to you.
           I shroud you now in all my hues 
           A Baby’s Breath I promise you.
           And tell you that I dreamt of you.
            

           Enter now fair stranger, from its hedge; 
           step into my world and behold
           LOVE in colour, scented, perfumed, a maiden
           Who dreams of you.

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The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Please honey, when we meet tonight
Don’t tell me about your mounting bills
Or the man who killed your poodle
I don’t wanna hear about your problems
I don’t wanna hear about your paycheck 
That won’t get you through the month.
Details like those kill the hunter in his tracks.
He wants to end the night remembering you
Posing against the bonnet of your midnight blue
Porsche and the glittering jingle of your golden bangles. 
Honey, it’s not like we’re gonna live together after
we’re married. I mean that kind of stuff really cools 
the fire and kills the flame.Tell me more about the kind 
of cheques that you write; now that is love.
Honey, when we’re married you can write all over me.
That kind of getting to know the real me stuff is not the stuff 
Dreams are made of; honey, dreams are fairy tales.
I am your prince and you are my princess
Now save that stuff for reality.